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Flying High #NaPoWriMo #Day9

Saturday, April 11, 2015

You may be a trooper with rifle in your hands
Or maybe a lovelorn rambler
With a pen mightier than any sword ever made
What I can assure is that
You are as blessed as any fortunate person
You have ever been envious of
Just believe that
Broken hearts and shattered hopes
Don't really depict the coexistence of failure
Just like not all that looks good at face
Is good at heart; at soul
Its unto you to prioritise your whims
To stand affirm or confine yourself
To the darks of your hapless chamber
For irrespective of who you are
You are born to fly